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A little poetry in the funs of german sandstorms
Hey everybody, my name is Chris, from germany so english is not my native language. I hope my stories never miss,
Christian MillerPublished about 10 hours ago in PoetsIs the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society?
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society? The beauty of the strides reckons itself like the clock work's step
Hridya SharmaPublished a day ago in PoetsSubmarine
Everyone is so worried about keeping their boat afloat In hopes life will keep them off the ropes But I’m just a slick and lean submarine
Atomic HistorianPublished a day ago in PoetsSavage
Just a savage Trying to live average But these scavengers are ravenous Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
Atomic HistorianPublished a day ago in PoetsSincerity
True sincerity is the scariest thing to hear It hurts to have others truly know our pain To know someone that has stood in the same rain
Atomic HistorianPublished a day ago in PoetsCARBON EPITAPH
EPITAPH OF CARBON 5-13-2024 I am come upon the prism of time The end of all it would seem.. My body has hit the invisible barrier,
Victor MendezPublished a day ago in PoetsBluebird in Winter
Little summer bird, who forgot to leave on time, leaves one day behind. Soaring in the sky, Sialia Mexicana, singing summer songs.
Antoni NimaPublished 2 days ago in PoetsThe Very Last Star Wars Haiku
Note: Yes, I have been busy with quite a few other things with the approach of summer. I have still been dumping (sad word) books and trying to find a new place. A move might be on the docket, but I could not forget my Vocal fans, despite all the recent technical problems.
Kendall DefoePublished 3 days ago in PoetsThe Shadows of Whispering Pines
In the heart of the ancient forest, where the shadows whispered secrets and the pines murmured tales of old, lay the enigmatic Whispering Pines—a realm of mystery and darkness shrouded in the embrace of nature. Its tangled undergrowth and looming trees bore witness to centuries of forgotten whispers and unseen forces that danced among the shadows.
Unlove me
Unlove me, because I carry the weight of it too heavily, and because I am already detached from myself. * Unlove me, because I am terrified of losing you,
The Golden Hour
At that time of day, that notorious hour, when every color flares from every tiny flower. When the breeze which blows the palms sway,
Antoni NimaPublished 5 days ago in PoetsI am what I deserve
When you start to store reserve To the people who preserve Life is a curve Of all I Deserve Expectations are not for sure